A/N: Okay, so I didn't completely stick to the prompt. But still. What else was I supposed to think of when they talked about shipping? I also know that it isn't the 15th yet (here, anyway), but I'd probably forget it if I decided to post it tomorrow.
Clint was on top of the fridge. Again. They'd tried to train it out of him, but it just. kept. happening.
Natasha glared. "Clint. Get down from there."
Clint ignored her. "C'mon, Tasha; I know that's not what you're really pissed about."
"No." Natasha practically sighed as she leaned against the counter. " It isn't."
During James' recovery, she'd seen the strength of their bond. As James adjusted to his new life, she'd seen their closeness and regard for each other. She'd seen their affection each had for the other, how comfortable they were with each other. And then, more recently, she'd seen the looks each had sent the other.
Steve and James were obviously compatible, and both so kind in their own ways - especially to each other. She'd watched them and thought it was sweet, hoping that they'd realize soon that the feelings were mutual. They'd make a good couple.
But that realization had never come, and Natasha was sick of it. Whenever they were together the room was thick with romantic and sexual tension.
"I can't stand it anymore. I swear to God, I am going to lock them in a room together and not let them out until they've kissed."
Clint looked apprehensive. "I'm not sure Barnes would like that."
"I don't care anymore!"
Natasha straightened, turning, and Clint watched her as she stalked out of the room, presumably leaving to scheme.
"Now they're really in for it," he muttered before climbing into the ceiling vent.